Tag: MC

It’s been over a year since I last wrote about you. I guess I just didn’t really have much to say. But since the time we were ought to part ways up until now, there have been many moments wherein I just looked back on how things used to be.

A part of me is thankful for having encapsulated in time and writing those moments of our love. Another part of me regrets to remember the way events laid themselves out. It was a unfortunate relationship, one that didn’t really have a place to go. With the words I have inscribed through the years, it’s possible to remember, if not even relive, those moments we shared together. It makes me feel not so far away, even though in reality, it has almost been 4 years or so.

I have perfectly moved on. I am at peace with the way things are now. However, when I go back to that hole in my heart, I remember how you smiled at me. How impossible things would have been had we gotten together. How I felt like the world was against us. I am at peace with reality and how everything fell into place, but then it isn’t wrong for me to think about what could have happened. From time to time, what-ifs and could-have-beens dwell in my mind.

I just start to question; Did you ever miss me? Was it ever hard for you? Or did you just hate me along the way? Was it ever true? Would you have given it a chance if the cards played out right? Would things have worked out?

I remember I liked you so much back then. I kept dreading for another version of you to come along in this lifetime. So that maybe, if our love didn’t work out, it would with this other version of you. Later on, someone else came. He is like you, but also not. He is his own person, and I have never liked anyone this much since you.

I’m listening to Spyro Gyra right now because I recall you’ve always told me to listen to one song by them called “What Might Have Been”. The song doesn’t exists. But now I understand why.

But dammnit. I remember everything so clearly. More so whenever I read my old posts.

What happened to us?

Every time I look back on our affair, as I’d like to call it, I realize how real it was to me. How the emotions were so strong. But then again, maybe it was because I was young and knew nothing yet. I was so enthralled in being a part of this thing, whatever it was. We were stupid, we threw ourselves at each other. We masked our “love” as being kindred spirits, as I quote you. We masked our intense feelings of desire as “having a strong friendship”. It made no sense. We lied to ourselves for far too long.

We tried to show it through actions, but sometimes it just doesn’t cut it. I try to remember how things felt, I then realize how fresh the cut still is and how there will always be a hole in my heart I can never seem to fill. I will always pause and smile whenever someone mentions your name, and that’s just one thing no one can ever take away.

Our love, as I’d like to believe it was, was forbidden. It wasn’t something you would proudly proclaim or shout to the world about. It wasn’t something your friends would like to know first thing in the morning. It was taboo. It was something you’re supposed to hide. It sucked that love, our strong feelings for each other, had to be kept. Had to be postponed. Had to be through actions and never words. Only because we were afraid we wouldn’t feel the same way towards each other. Because it was not normal.

Someone like you, end up with someone like me? Someone like me, end up with someone like you? It just doesn’t make the equation work. It is not something you would expect. After 2 years of subtle hints of affection, sometimes, less subtle that most, I finally found out you felt the same way, if not for the leap of hope I took my birthday when I turned 15. You didn’t actually know it was my birthday if not for my friends who asked you to write on the card, which you did and you wrote: “Happy birthday Tin. You are definitely out of this world. You already know what I want to say. Love, M”

And that started it all. I didn’t know what you already wanted to say. Perhaps it was something, maybe I had an idea about it, but I was never sure. And that day, I was with my bestfriends and they told me, “Maybe you should ask her. Tell her how you feel.” Throughout the day, I was debating with myself. I remember very clearly how the war in my head and my heart took place that day. I was torn. What if you would look at me differently after knowing what I felt?

And you did. You did look at me differently. You saw me as an individual of your level. Of someone you thought you would have the right, have the privilege of loving. And you were right. We can love who want to, we can show our affection to who want to. And even though you only told me that time, I have always felt your love and care and presence in my life through many different ways. You were eccentric, bold, one of a kind. And I was crazy enough to think you would ever fall for me. That my stupid excuses to bump into you in the hallway actually worked.

I was hurt, especially every time I look back on everything. I am still hurt, just as much as the first time it happened. I was hurt because our love, our thing, our “relationship”(?), was never even given a chance. I never had time. I only had 24 hours to feel what it felt like to be loved by you and actually knowing and acknowledging it. I never got to taste the feeling of being in a relationship with you, although it I’m not saying it would have happened. I never got to experience being yours, although I was loyal while I felt things for you.

I am sad and not really comforted with the fact that you and I didn’t happen. I read back on all the letters I’ve written you, text I’ve written about and for you. I was crazy for you. And maybe this type of love only comes once in a while. How everything was just so goddamn one sided but actually two sided all this time. I wish I could have known earlier. But things happen for a reason. Our paths were not meant to collide.

It will almost be exactly 2 years since we’ve last spoken to each other.

Soapdish is making me feel something.

I don’t know what to say anymore. I don’t think of you anymore, I don’t miss you anymore – well, scratch that, I still do from time to time. I don’t hear your voice in my head anymore nor do I still write to and for you.

I don’t remember how things were before. Whenever I try to look back on the time we used to spend with each other, a big blur just enters my mind. Wala eh. Malabo na. Malabo ka na s’akin.

I hope you’re still making it great out in life. Probably traveling, making new friends and memories, overcoming obstacles and moving on… to better things, to greater avenues, to a world that I’m not a part of.

I don’t know what to say anymore. I just hope you’re happy.

I just hope you stop for a while and remember what Thursdays were for.